Language is a finding-place not a hiding place.
If we had the courage to love we would not so value these acts of war.
In my subconscious, my books were part of a single emotional journey.
It’s hard to remember that this day will never come again. That the time is now and the place is here and that there are no second chances at a single moment.
There’s no such thing as autobiography, there’s only art and lies.
Whatever it is that pulls the pin, that hurls you past the boundaries of your own life into a brief and total beauty, even for a moment, it is enough.
I don’t understand why people talk of art as a luxury when it’s a mind-altering possibility.
I knew it like destiny, and at the same time, I knew it as choice.
Pain is very often a maimed creature without a mouth.
In the space between chaos and shape there was another chance.
Hopeless heart that thrives on paradox; that longs for the beloved and is secretly relieved when the beloved is not there.
Life was a pre-death experience.
Seeing one’s books on the shelf tells you so much about the way somebody has, over the years, put together their private library, which is a reflection of their minds and their selves.
I believe in communication; books communicate ideas and make bridges between people.
Each book is a different staging post on the writer’s journey, and each book stands by itself, regardless of the writer’s relationship to it.
When a woman gives birth her waters break and she pours out the child and the child runs free.
What’s invisible to us is also crucial for our own well-being.
Writers have to have a knack for listening. I need to be able to hear what is being said to me by the voices I create.
If I can’t stay where I am, and I can’t, then I will put all that I can into the going.
I return to problems i can’t solve, not because i am an idiot, but because the real problems can’t be solved. The universe is expanding. The more we see, the more we discover there is to see. Always a new beginning, a different end.